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Chapter 34: The Master
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2020-11-16 13:04:36Somewhere, 1810
The strange creature that had disappeared from Blackwheel's sight looked at a tall figure as it approached the threshold of a white building. Sitting alone on the floor of an enormous golden throne was the master. The strange creature turned towards the window, looking uncertain on how to deliver the message to the master.
“It was difficult to get closer to her,” the strange creature explained, “I tried to see what she was doing in order to get the location of the person who possesses the necklace and I failed. Please forgive me for my lack of preparation.”
“Do not worry yourself,” The master whispered. "The necklace is powerless until the twenty-first century. The full moon which rises this year cannot glorify the cause that Blackwheel seek. We must wait for another two hundred years to pass."
“So, I am vindicated from my mistakes?” the str
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